And John laughed

　　And John laughed. ‘But you be there,’ he asked, ‘won’t you? This morning?’
　　‘Yes, little brother,’ Elisha laughed, ‘I’m going to be there. I see I’m going to have to dosome running to keep up with you.’
　　And they watched the saints. Now they all stood on the corner, where his Aunt Florencehad stopped to say good-bye. All the women talked together, while his father stood a little apart.
　　His aunt and his mother kissed each other, as he had seen them do a hundred times, and then hisaunt turned to look for them, and waved.
　　They waved back, and she started slowly across the street, moving, he thought withwonder, like an old woman.
　　‘Well, she ain’t going to be out to service this morning, I tell you that,’ said Elisha, andyawned again.
　　‘And look like you going to be half asleep,’ John said ‘Now don’t you mess with me this morning,’ Elisha said, ‘because you ain’t got so holy Ican’t turn you over my knee. I’s your big brother in the Lord—you just remember that.’
　　Now they were on the near corner. His father and mother were saying good-bye to PrayingMother Washington, and Sister McCandless, and Sister Price. The praying woman waved to them,and they waved back. Then his mother and his father were alone, coming toward them‘Elisha,’ said John, ‘Elisha.’
　　‘Yes,’ said Elisha, ‘what you want now?’
　　John, staring at Elisha, struggled to tell him something more—struggled to say—all thatcould never be said. Yet: ‘I was down in the valley,’ he dared, ‘I was by myself down there. Iwon’t never forget. May God forget me if I forget.’
　　Then his mother and his father were before them. His mother smiled, and took Elisha’soutstretched hand.
　　‘Praise the Lord this morning,’ said Elisha. ‘He done give us something to praise Him for.’
　　‘Amen,’ said his mother, praise the Lord!’
　　John moved up to the short, stone step, smiling a little, looking down on them. His motherpassed him, and started into the house.
　　‘You better come on upstairs,’ she said, still smiling, ‘and take off them wet clothes. Don’twant you catching cold.’
　　And her smile remained unreadable; he could not tell what it hid. And to escape her eyes,he kissed her, saying; ‘Yes, Mama. I’m coming.’
　　She stood behind him, in the doorway, waiting.
　　‘Praise the Lord, Deacon,’ Elisha said. ‘See you at the morning service, Lord willing.’
　　‘Amen,’ said his father, ‘praise the Lord.’ He started up the stone steps, staring at John,who blocked the way. ‘Go on upstairs, boy,’ he said, ‘like your mother told you.’
　　John looked at his father and moved from his path, stepping down into the street again. Heput his hand on Elisha’s arm, feeling himself trembling, and his father at his back.
　　‘Elisha,’ he said, ‘no matter what happens to me, where I go, what folks say about me, nomatter what anybody says, you remember—please remember—I was saved. I was there.’
　　Elisha grinned, and looked up at his father.
　　‘He come through,’ cried Elisha, ‘didn’t he, Deacon Grimes? The Lord done laid him out,and turned him around and wrote his new name down in glory. Bless our God!’